He had not slept well all night, and after leaving Canglan Court, his thoughts festered, growing more and more angry. What audacious Little Concubine, to ire him so, utterly in vain his favorable treatment of her, always considering her in everything.
The Emperor was by nature a solitary and cool person, a trait related to his upbringing, always detached in dealings with people, seldom emotional. The concubines in the harem usually held him in awe more than anything.
Yet, Little Concubine was the exception, lavished with so much favor, yet she did not treasure it.
The Emperor grew angrier as he walked, feeling like his kindness had been repaid with ingratitude. Why did she not use her head to think, could he really covet those trifles of hers?
Even if he did joke with her the previous night, he still promised to make good on it afterward. Why then was she still so unreasonably stubborn about it all?
